"We had a difficult winter We had rough few months When the storms came in off the coast It felt like they broke everything on us at once It's easy enough to talk about Blitz spirit When you're not holding the roof up and knee deep in it And the pictures and the papers got ruined by the rain And we wondered if they'd ever get dry again But I don't want spend the whole of my life indoors Laying low, waiting on the next storm But I don't want spend the whole of my life inside I wanna step out, and face the sunshine We lost faith in the omens We lost faith in the gods We just ended up clutching at the empty rituals Like gamblers clutching long odds I don't care what the weatherman is saying Because the last time that I saw him he was on his needs knees, he was praying And the preachers and the scientists got soaked just the same And we wondered if we'd ever get dry again But I don't want spend the whole of my life indoors Laying low, waiting on the next storm But I don't want spend the whole of my life inside I wanna step out, and face the sunshine So open the shutters, raise up the mast Rejoice, rebuild, the storm has passed Cast off the crutches, cut off the cast Rejoice, rebuild, the storm has passed I'm not gonna live the whole of my life indoors I'm gonna step out, and face the next storm"